"I felt so good with her acceptance. I could not do this on my own. Justlook at me, I was a gorgeous shapely woman, or at least I thought I wasa woman...Cathy popped right in saying, "This is the dress. Let's buy it and gopick up some pretty shoes for your new outfit."Back in the dressing room, I got back into my clothes. I really didn'twant to get out of this pretty dress. As I as folding the dress up, Iwas thinking that I sure hope that Steve likes it. Wow, my thoughts areso girly. My wife has. She just gave me a big smile and a tight kiss and I took that as an invitation. My fears were subsiding and I moved my hands over to her breasts, fondling them over her tightness.Instantly she moved her arms over mine, pressing them hard against her breasts. I was for the first time feeling the softness of a married lady’s breasts. I lay her flat on her back and while my arm was exploring her breasts, my mouth moved on to her lips. I kissed her first gently and they slowly slid my tongue. I was bunged-up with catarrh, my nose was blocked, my throat was sore, and it was difficult to breath. I took my pyjama top off and lay there with my swollen nipples exposed, ‘How does this feel’, he asked me thickly, as he took both of them and twisted and rubbed harshly between his thumb and forefinger. I can remember looking into his grey eyes and wondering if he liked doing this, but his face was expressionless, as he felt my tummy for tightness, pushing and prodding. ‘Let’s see what we. Opposites attract, and it often works wonders. Please allow me to elaborate on that, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Joel Saint-Vincent, and I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father and a French Canadian mother. My folks, Lucas Saint-Vincent and Marlene Tremblay split when I was in the tenth grade, and I guess you could say that I come from a broken home. I’d like to think that my difficult upbringing in Montreal’s north side toughened me up and prepared me for.